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Oct 2009
What are ends,  
merely beginnings of time
Like drops of water pouncing upon
your head from a Chinese water torture.
Playing a well thought out game of chess
A sun shining upon a dark heart to make it glow.
Smiles hurt,
they come and go
and when they do, what a glorious affair.
I see myself differently than most of you do
You crucify and defile me at a drop of a hat.
That hat doesn't have to touch the ground
if you won't let it happen.

I feel pain just like you
Words that cut through me like a hot knife
through butter,
scar me forever.
You label me as a sinner,
a monster,
a misfit.

I may be all of those things
once in a while.
In the end,
I'll resurrect myself to the butterfly
you can't catch.
Admire from afar
Take your pictures,
Point and laugh.
You won't have this one
to kick around anymore.

If I knew happiness,
I would show it.
unto you, I show the end.
Michael Bingoff
Written by
Michael Bingoff  TN
(TN)   
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   Mari Gee
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